I Feel Shitty
 

Plastic souls drip under the hot sun, And queens of mud walk with electric sounds attached to their eyes, Angels with piercing brown eyes destroy any chance of escaping by turning into saints, Desires flow through the gun powder, Destiny burns even through sand, Fires of water sink the forest, Glass time breaks when the hammer of father time hits eternity, Single dew drops turn into acrid honey, Joy is distributed through tears, And grief is lost in majestic words of achievement, All in the time of fishes.

Sorry That is not the title to this thing I wrote.